Hello.
It's early morning in Texas. It's later in the evening here in Pune. My body is declaring that i should have been sleeping all this day.
I took my first rickshaw ride downtown and discovered that traffic in India works because there are no rules. And a rickshaw is not what it sounds like it is -some kind of cart made of thatch pulled by a donkey- It's a little car/motorcycle hybrid.
I had obviously delicious and amazing indian food.
I marveled
I feel overwhelmed, humbled, wide eyed, but not out of fear. My heart is open and already i know that i will never see life the same way. I hope i'll never live it the same way again either.
This morning i found myself at the kitchen table with Deborah, Mr. Shake - Deborah's right hand man-, and a young man i had just met that hour and i promise to ask how to spell his name. We each had a bowl of papaya, and i have never tasted anything like that before in my life. The open windows and the sound of the river and the birds, the careful leaning in to hear soft, broken, thickly accented english laying a melody over the table. The place to best buy this fruit. When the grapes come in season. All eyes smiling. A moment of " oh, here i am".
A video of the cab ride through Mumbai
And a few hours later after arriving in Pune
The door from my room to the balcony
The view
There is a full moon in cancer tonight. Hope you see it. xo
It's early morning in Texas. It's later in the evening here in Pune. My body is declaring that i should have been sleeping all this day.
I took my first rickshaw ride downtown and discovered that traffic in India works because there are no rules. And a rickshaw is not what it sounds like it is -some kind of cart made of thatch pulled by a donkey- It's a little car/motorcycle hybrid.
I had obviously delicious and amazing indian food.
I marveled
I feel overwhelmed, humbled, wide eyed, but not out of fear. My heart is open and already i know that i will never see life the same way. I hope i'll never live it the same way again either.
This morning i found myself at the kitchen table with Deborah, Mr. Shake - Deborah's right hand man-, and a young man i had just met that hour and i promise to ask how to spell his name. We each had a bowl of papaya, and i have never tasted anything like that before in my life. The open windows and the sound of the river and the birds, the careful leaning in to hear soft, broken, thickly accented english laying a melody over the table. The place to best buy this fruit. When the grapes come in season. All eyes smiling. A moment of " oh, here i am".
A video of the cab ride through Mumbai
And a few hours later after arriving in Pune
There is a full moon in cancer tonight. Hope you see it. xo
The emotion I felt when reading this blog rises deep from my core, from a place where I have desired all of my children to experience the world in such a way that it changes your view of who you are, who we are, as humans. Bless you beautiful Willow for being open to explore and grow in ways that will forever enrich you. Shine for the world! There's so much more to experience...I love you.
ReplyDeleteCulture shock is expected. Any experience that alters our worldview takes time to assimilate. New information with no previous point of reference. Your response is exactly as it should be and "humble" is exactly what India does to any previous knowledge of ourselves and who we think we are. It's a culture that survives on creativity in the most amazing way...like no other place on earth. Enjoy & Be Inspired!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading this! Sounds like quite the adventure.. enjoy it!
ReplyDeleteI have a friend who has traveled there and shared photos of his journey -especially of the people which I find fascinating